P'aqha's page

Thank you!

All fine with the sheet.

xD

P'aqha waves her dagger around to give Raibert some help.

+2 Flank

Flicking her wrist P'aqha releases a dagger from a spring loaded sheath, and, the weapon in hand, she double moves around, in a wide arc to avoid attacks, and ends up flacking the red enemy, to give Raibert a hand.
+2 to your to Hit

P'aqha comes up through her comrades, her short legs not allowing her to go far: "Sorry, excuse me..."
She then casts a divine spell, aiming her finger at the one in green next to the leader, the one with the deadly club: "BOO!", she says.

Cause Fear - Will save DC 14 - Shaken if makes the save - Frightened for Rounds: 1d4 ⇒ 2 if fails

P'aqha is very excited at having discovered this place with her companions.
"Thank you Raibert, for carrying all that. Off to the Grand Lodge and its wise people?"

Will: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (13) + 5 = 18

"Is it here that we say...", and then P'aqha mouths W.I.F.F.L.E.S., without pronouncing it.

"Let us shine, at the shrine!", says P'aqha as she skips along.

P'aqha claps her hands: "How cunning, how clever!", and makes a mental note of the password: Wiffles.

"Illusions! That's fun!", says P'aqha, as she closes her eyes and moves around a bit feeling her way with her hands, to see if what she feels is different from what she sees. "Come, Atuq, this'll be great!", she tells her arctic fox.

Will vs. illusions: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (14) + 11 = 25

P'aqha enters: "Does anyone have a wand that could cure our brave battle-dwarf?"
What is happening here?, P'aqha wonders.
"How does the old sage wander around but not live here? Is it a ghost?"

Not having much room, and seeing the beetles biting the dust, P'aqha waits to act, in case anyone needs healing.

@Raibert you still have Guidance.

Knowl' Nature: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (19) + 6 = 25

P'aqha looks at these big beetles, about the size of a halfling.
"Fire beetles! They glow, but they also bight. But they seem to have been Summoned, and are Fiendish: they will resist fire and cold attacks somewhat..."

P'aqha, protected by the door from attacks brought on by her casting, calls upon the powers of nature and life, and touches Raibert, to help guide his arm.

Her arctic fox, Atuq, remains hiding between her legs.

If protected from provoking AoOs, P'aqha casts Guidance.
@Raibert: +1 to to an Attack, save or skill roll of your choice in the next 10 rounds

"He is there but does not even react? Might be senile, or charmed or something?"
Pa'qha goes through the pile of mail, not opening letters, but trying to see if anything special comes to her attention.
Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16
"So, who can open the door?" P'aqha rattles the lock, putting some strength in it to see if it snaps.
Str. check: 1d20 - 3 ⇒ (2) - 3 = -1

"It's a way to dispose of the body in a natural way... anyhow"

P'aqha goes up and kocks on the door, hard and long.

"If no one answers, we can just push through the rusty lock and go in, maybe check the mail for some clues too-- though that might by prying".

"Yes, what?", asks P'aqha, wondering why her Tengu comrade is so excited about her.
"Oh? The other gnome? Ah, okay, let us go see him".

P'aqha's eyes nearly pop out, totally amazed!

"We can also look for some Magic Wizards' Guild..."

P'aqha also detects magic: "Faint aura of divination magic..."
She scratches her head, trying to remember if this has a Religious meaning.
Knowl' Religion: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18

P'aqha tries to remember any details she knows about the church of Abadar that might help in discussing with this clergyman--
Knowl' Religion: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18
--and then she talks with the man himself, adding any snippets she might have remembered--
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (1) + 8 = 9
--"Ah, we are law-abiding citizens here to come pay tribute to some revered ones in these tombs, and have little time to do so, thus the strange time. We would like to know all the rules, for we like to have guidelines to abide be. It is such a help in life to follow nice strict regulations. Oh, my, does that big door squeak and squeal, we could repair it or, well, contribute to some fund to have someone look into it?"

'Such hard work, my friend. If you wish to have a quick nap, we can take on your guard duty. Do a security sweep inside the place too..."

To her comrades: "Arkath's tomb first? It is closer?"

P'aqha tags along...

Sorry, in bed with the flu and some fever, and hit the wrong line when posting.
Will just sleep instead, sorry.

Wanted P'aqha not the other, and did not even see it posted twice (I thought I was editing after checking the Knowl' roll).
Sorry (((

"So, this Wall of Names, a memorial to dead Pathfinders I imagine, was made to honor Selmius Foster, and then this lady adds names to it. Why? We should try to find out more about who those three people were. What they did".
Does P'aqha know of some Pathfinder personnel archive, or someone to go see who could tell them if these people were Pathfinders or not, where they died etc.?

P'aqha, her white fox moving along between the gnome's legs, enters the room and moves closer. Her flask of alchemical fire in one hand, she mumbles some words, calling upon the Divine powers of Nethys and touches Blackthorn: "May the All-Seeing Eye guide your scimitar!"

• Move action
• Standard action = cast Guidance on Blackthorn (+1 to a roll of your choice within the next minute)

P'aqha will remove a vial of alchemist's fire, and wait for the others that are all around the spider to act, fearful of burning some of her comrades.
She is ready to heal whoever needs it.
Atuq, her arctic fox with the white pelt, remains close to her, ready to bite if the spider ever moves out of the group.

Eek, spiders!

Thanks for getting the game back on track, GM Crunch!

(put P'aqha's icon up on the Slide)

Hello!
Since I am the one who called in for Hmm's help, and had offered to GM this if there was need of replacement GM, I was not sure if I'd be playing or not.
But since it is all Crunchy (thanks!), I'll play P'aqha.

Boon: 1d20 ⇒ 51d4 ⇒ 3

Hello all, and sorry for butting in on something that is no longer my game (but since I was never removed it still appears on my list).
I do not know what you would want done, GM or players, to get this flowing more smoothly?
(I only say this because you started late August and we are now early November, and you are barely in the first rounds of the 1st fight ; this is a Game of the 1st slot of the GameDay, and the 2nd slot games are going to end in a fortnight). Technically speaking there is abandonment after 1 week of no GM action, but my feeling is you should come up with some plan, or voice thoughts of how to truly get the action flowing.
This is not an aggressive post, so I hope I am offending no one. My only consideration is that it seems there are cool players and an inventive GM, and it could be a great game, but seems to not be rolling along as it could or should...

P'aqha finishes her drink, and, realizing that there are way more than enough Pathfinders to carry a parcel back, she bids them all good-bye, and slips away, to return to the Lodge and rest: "Be safe, all!".

"Thank you for the drink!", says P'aqha, waiting for the attendant to return.

P'aqha smiles at Heryn Gale: "Do you have any goat milk, ma'am? Oh, and who is this Carnlyn we must wait for?".

Thanking the coat-check girl: "No dear, nothing for you to hold for me. Thank you, P'aqha looks to see if the one named Heryn Gale is around, going over to any she feels is a female bartender: "Good day, are you the fame Heryn Gale, beverage mistress above all beverage mistresses?!".

P'aqha looks at Sirius, and nudges him: "Methinks she's a lady..."

Looking around as she crosses the Foreign Quarter, taking in the sights, P'aqha spots the Wounded Wisp, and waves to her companions: "Here we are!".
P'aqha goes up and enters the tavern, bowing as she goes in, scanning the room to see what is going on, and if she can spot this fine lady Heryn Gale behind the bar.

P'aqha smiles and raises on her tiptoes to look up at Amaron: "Connection with Nature?! That is very nice indeed...".

P'aqha smiles, and curtseys before the Sylvan greeting: "Well met!.

Slipping her pack around to the front, she opens it, and lets a white-as-snow fox out, with only a dash of black on its tail: "And this is Atuq. Come on sleepy head, time to trot along".
Some may recognize an arctic fox, but it is a very beautiful one, so healthy vibrant, and full of life.

"Come on fellows, let us set out on mundane tasks with a spirit of cooperation!".

P'aqha looks from one to the other, happily taking in these words of Wisdom.
"I am already learning a lot, she thinks.

Very dejected, P'aqha thinks that her expectance of a wonderful adventure has crashed into being an errand girl.
Besides, it is raining.
She shrugs: "We'll fetch the parcel for you", somber: "Gladly".

Seeing the note, P'aqha wonders whether she should go or not.
Never having been on a mission, she is not between missions. But if she does not do this, she never will be on a mission, thus never between any so... oh, well, darn: she exits, and asks around until she finds the corner of Wending Wyre Street and Branchingsford Way. No, wait... well, anyhow, here she is!

With her light green skin, emerald eyes, and seaweed-green hair, P'aqha is most obviously a Gnome, one with more powerful ties to the Fey world than most Gnomes, even.
A bandolier across her chest carries several alchemical flasks, and she has some leaf-armor under her light clothes. Other than that, she only boasts a spell component pouch at her belt.

She looks around: "Mr. Dreng? MR. DRENG?! Are you here?"

Greetings all!